“I did not open my mouth; I just ran my closed lips along your thighs. Didn’t you like that?”

“I did,” she admits. “And now I know why you were so good at blowing on my clit and not touching it with your mouth. But now that I know how dangerous it was…” she trails off.

“That’s the sexy part,” I say, knowing Silver females like that. Knowing if the male opens his mouth, she will be poisoned.

“I don’t know if I would call that sexy.”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” I ask again.

“I said I did, but I’m also scared of danger. I don’t want sex to be too dangerous.”

This is something that had not occurred to me. For me, it’s the fear that makes the sex exciting. That the female is allowing me to touch her so closely, knowing I might harm her. I will have to ease my wife into this part of my culture. “I would never harm you.”

“I know,” she says.

“Any more questions?” I ask.

“Do you think we will be able to have children?”

“I don’t know,” I say. There are some atrocities of mixes between aliens that live as outcasts on the Home Planet that I do not want to mention. “We will probably need medical assistance if we want children.”

“You mean so they would look like you?”

“No,” I correct her. “I mean viable.”

“Do you want children?” she asks.

“I was not even planning on marrying until yesterday.”

“But I thought,” she says and then stops.

“You thought because of that widow messaged me?”

“Yes.”

“My life before was very different than it is now. When she and I were together, I was a completely different person.”

“In what way,” she asks.

“In many, but I do not want to talk about that right now,” I walk a few steps over to her and take her hands, pulling her up. “It is your turn to talk about your biology, and I will be the student.”

She smiles at me, showing her dull teeth, and I take her place in the chair.

She searches ‘Water person, female’ in the database, and as I see it come up, I realize this is the first time she’s had access to anything outside her programs. I cannot help but wonder if she will be overwhelmed with the information. Not surprisingly, it takes her a few minutes to find what she is looking for.

“There’s a lot of information here. Why is there so much about Imperials with Water people?” she asks.

“That is also a discussion for another time as it is a long story,” I say. I do not want to stop her from looking at that, but I also do not want to discuss Imperials right now either. Thankfully, she trusts me and finds what she is looking for, a diagram of a Water woman.

“Here I am,” she says in the same humorous tone I had used to begin as well. “I don’t have special ears or a special tongue. I have breasts that are good for feeding babies and only one vagina. Any questions?”